| I awoke, the ground was hard and barely broke
|
| The air was filled with morning’s smoke
|
| The hours fly by so I work
|
| There’s bound to be wealth in this dirt
|
| The heart of the earth holds the key
|
| Where all my troubles will flee
|
| So I dig, and I dig, and I dig
|
| Cause I can’t find another way, I’ll dig
|
| You say that you are dying to live
|
| (But at this pace your life you’ll give)
|
| Death always gets the best of us
|
| (And then abandons to the dust)
|
| Your work and toil leave only room
|
| (For coffins, graves, and deathly tombs)
|
| Your work and toil leave only room
|
| (For coffins, graves, and deathly tombs)
|
| Dig, and you dig, and you dig, and you dig
|
| And you must see my friend there’s another way
|
| I’ll capture this life in my cold hands
|
| I’ll make it fulfill all my demands
|
| I’ll rip from the earth, the treasures it will bring
|
| And crown myself as a conquering king
|
| Tell me now what you have found
|
| Digging in the earth’s cold ground
|
| Working with such vigor
|
| It’s gifts are foul and bitter
|
| Tell me now what you have found
|
| Digging in the earth’s cold ground
|
| Working with such vigor
|
| All I see’s a grave digger
|
| So you spoke, and all that you said was a joke
|
| On all of your words you will choke
|
| You told me «I'm so very lost and that I could have joy without cost»
|
| So I’ll dig, and I’ll dig, and I’ll dig, and I’ll dig
|
| Cause I don’t really care what you say, I’ll dig
|
| And a haunting voice demands and craves
|
| (That in its depths a body lays)
|
| I feel its cry inside my soul
|
| («That I could never fill this hole»)
|
| My work and toil leave only room
|
| (For coffins, graves, and deathly tombs)
|
| My work and toil leave only room
|
| (For coffins, graves, and deathly tombs)
|
| My pride wrapped me tight and it laid me down to sleep
|
| Telling me all that I build and find I keep
|
| All that I made was a terrible cold grave
|
| In death here I laid is there any way to save my soul?
|
| Dig, and I dig, and I dig
|
| Dig, and I dig, and I dig
|
| Will my body fill this grave?
|
| Tell me now what you have found
|
| Digging in the earth’s cold ground
|
| Working with such vigor
|
| It’s all foul and bitter
|
| Tell me now what you have found
|
| Digging in the earth’s cold ground
|
| Working with such vigor
|
| All I see’s a grave digger
|
| How wondrous the sight that had caused these eyes to weep
|
| All of my death and hell You would bear and reap
|
| Though all that I made was a terrible cold grave
|
| In death there You laid, for You took my place to save my soul
|
| To save my soul
|
| To save my soul
|
| To save my soul |